and filled my tired weary head
  with horrid tales of you.
  I can't believe it's true.
  But then the lamp shade smiled at me.
  It said, "Believe" it said, "Believe."
  I want you to know it's nothing personal.
  First time I had sex, I was three.
  First time consenting was thirteen.
  Though you weren't there, you remind
  me of those hands.
  Roses are red, violets are blue
  If I'm schizophrenic, then I am too!
  Whatever it takes to escape.
  I hope you understand
  why I'm forced to take your life in my hands.
  I want you to know it's nothing personal.
  And though we've never met
  I've seen your image in a million waking dreams.
  Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free."
  Did I ever tell you, you look like my mother?
  She once left me in a supermarket.
  I promised myself that I'd never feel that way again.
  Did I ever tell you that you look like my dear old mother?
  I hope you understand
  why I'm forced to take my life in your name.
  I want you to know, it's nothing all the same.
  And though we've never met
  I've seen you image in a million waking dreams.
  Your eyes call to me, "Set me free."
  It's not easy being the chosen